"This king is so envious of Chen Niang, everything she said back then has ......come true" After listening to Jiang Erlang's narration, Zhao Maid was indeed envious and jealous.

At that time, Chen Niang instilled in him the idea of governing the country, and the two of them had to divide the river and govern, one to manage the north and the other to manage the south, which was better than who managed it.

In an instant, Chen Niang had realized her ideals, but she was still a wasted prince who had achieved nothing, and she felt deep helplessness in addition to envy and jealousy.

"It's useless to just talk about it, there is an opportunity in front of you, it just depends on whether you dare to fight for it." Hong Tao didn't let him take a step, and he couldn't be more straightforward.

"......" was not the first to react, but Jiang Erlang and Xiao Wuna.

They really have nothing to say about this Liang King's behavior, Chi Guoguo's instigation of his nephew to rebel against his uncle, and he said it so justifiably, he didn't have the consciousness of seeking power and usurping the throne.

"If my nephew becomes the emperor, will he also become an ornament like Chen Niang?" Zhao Maid is finally willing to answer the question head-on, worthy of being from the children's group, and his mouth is so straightforward, pointing to the core of the problem!

"It's not possible in a short time, Chen Niang is painting on a blank piece of paper, and she can draw as she wants, so that there is still a buffer of at least six years. The Great Song Dynasty is a painting with heavy ink and color, and if you want to change it, you must follow the trend according to the original brush. Even if there are some places that need to be erased, you have to be careful, because if you are in a hurry, you may break the drawing paper, but it is not beautiful. This process can be 10 years, it can be 15 years, maybe longer. But there must be changes every year, and there should be no confusion. But do you remember that I told you before that too much power is not a good thing, and there are still fewer catastrophes of killing and exterminating the clan recorded in the history books? If you want to keep the throne for thousands of generations, this is the only way to do it. You have to think about it, be willing to say yes, and don't say yes if you don't want to. You should understand my temper, once you say yes, it means you can't go back. Otherwise, not only will the monarch and the minister lose harmony, but I am afraid that even the family affection will be lost. ”

Don't say it bluntly, Hong Tao likes to talk about things like this. If you have any concerns or opinions, just put them all on the table and fight for them clearly, and then follow the agreement step by step, just like executing the program.

“…… Will you kill your uncle? Zhao didn't show much resistance to Hong Tao's conditions, which is the effect of the education he received since childhood.

However, Zhao Maid still has a more acute question to ask, there are indeed many examples of profiteering and seizure of power in the history books, and in these examples, the emperors who were ousted often did not have good results, and even implicated the clansmen.

"Do you want me to kill or not...... Well, no kidding, it seems that you still don't understand why I'm doing this. It just so happens that everyone is here, so let's talk about it again. Seventh, go get ready for supper, let's eat and talk after a long night. ”

Hong Tao had already thought about the placement of the royal family, of course Zhao Hao didn't need to die, unless he had to fight with himself until the last moment, or cut himself off like Emperor Chongzhen, no one could control that thing.

However, out of instinct, he still threw the question back, and when he saw Zhao Maid's embarrassed face, he remembered that it was indeed a bit damaging to ask such a question, so he simply didn't ask the question, and continued to lecture.

This night is destined to make many people unable to sleep, Zhao Maid, Jiang Erlang, Xiao Wuna, and Gao Cuifeng are making Hong Tao's whimsical and unprecedented way of rebellion dizzy, and his mind is full of question marks.

The party members and the divination blockers were frightened by the devastating offensive of the new army, and there were rumors all the way, and hundreds of thousands of defeated soldiers returned to the north without sleep, and the losses were so great that they did not survive.

Fu Ji, who was far away in the Wusheling Pass, also couldn't sleep at night, she was not happy to know the news of the new army's defeat of the Tanguts, but she was frightened by the battle report sent by the false force.

In just a few hours, more than 70,000 Western Xia troops were almost wiped out, and even the commander did not run away. There is no need to doubt the authenticity of the war report, now the outside of Ganzhou has become a swamp, and the wilderness is covered with dead men and horses.

He mobilized all the soldiers and civilians in the city to be busy collecting and burning these corpses, so as not to cause a plague due to the heat. According to the person who delivered the letter, countless black smoke could be seen rising into the air more than ten miles away, and the strange smell permeated a radius of dozens of miles.

Even Xi Luosa had to take the Qingtang soldiers down the mountain to help, Ganzhou is an important passage for Qingtang people to enter and exit, and it cannot be destroyed. The two of them also hoped that Fu Ji could pull out the four militia teams hiding in the valley, and when they finished cleaning up the affairs of Ganzhou, they would counter-encircle the more than 20,000 Tangut people who were still in Liangzhou from the west and south, and sweep away the invaders in one fell swoop.

Speaking of the war in Liangzhou, not only did it surprise Wang Hou, but even the Western Xia coach Wei Ming Baozhi never expected it. Before he came, he participated in the two-day Lanzhou offensive and defensive battle, and he was indeed a little helpless in the face of that fortified city.

I thought that it was a beautiful thing to invade Ganliang Road with an army of 100,000 people, and I could walk sideways, but when I arrived in Liangzhou, I found that the city was stronger than Lanzhou, and the defense methods were better than Lanzhou.

After five days of storming, let alone breaking the city, I couldn't even touch the edge of the city wall. What is the arrows raining down, the rocks flying, the sea of fire, and the hot oil have been seen all over again, and the defenders can be regarded as giving the Western Xia soldiers a vivid lesson in defending the city.

Seeing that there was no hope of breaking the city, Wei Ming's security decided to change the target first, Liangzhou soldiers are many cities that are easy to defend and difficult to attack, then let's go to Ganzhou to see if you dare to go out of the city to rescue.

If you dare to come out, you will see the truth in the field, and if you don't dare to come out, you will see Ganzhou and Suzhou being conquered. After taking down the western half of Ganliang Road, it is not too late to go back and slowly clean up this lonely city.

The train of thought should be correct, but when he saw Ganzhou City, he was dumbfounded. This city is not as big as Liangzhou, but it looks even stranger, and it took a long time to try it hesitantly. Practice has proved that the fortification of Ganzhou City is even greater than that of Liangzhou, and it is difficult to even hurt the soldiers defending the city after two days of fighting.

Just after dinner that day, the famous security officer called the generals to the big tent, and wanted to discuss whether to continue to attack Ganzhou or go to Suzhou to try their luck, but after discussing for more than an hour, there was no result.

The generals under his command didn't want to run to Suzhou anymore, and the army's food and grass were a little tight. Not a single living person was to be seen in the vicinity, the houses were burned, the wells were filled with stones, and even the grass suitable for horses was plowed in large areas.

Offering the best skill in fighting grass valley still doesn't work. Most of the small troops scattered out did not return, and the mountainous area to the south was simply a natural walled fortress, full of ambushes. If there are fewer people, you can't fight, and if you have more people, it's not worth it, and if you continue to consume it like this, you will have to starve if you don't wait for the city to be broken.

Not long after he lay down with a depressed stomach, a few muffled thunders suddenly came out from the south. Most of the Western Xia generals including him didn't take it seriously, and it was not uncommon for thunder and rain to fall in the summer.

But instead of raindrops, a low roar followed, and the earth trembled. Before the generals who defended the camp came to report, the boundless flood rushed into the camp, swept everything away, and then continued north, crashing headlong into the city of Ganzhou.

This time the flood was lost, and the city of Ganzhou stood still, and the water could only be separated on both sides, carrying the mud, sand, trees, corpses, and everything on the ground, half of which plunged into the Heishui River, and half flowed into the low-lying areas inland.

He sent people to blow up the embankment in the upper reaches of the Heishui River, and in order to enhance the effect and cause as much damage to the enemy as possible, he deliberately chose the middle of the night!

In fact, the matter of water attack has also been thought about, but the Heishui River does not look wide, and the riverbed is relatively low, so it is difficult to send water due to a few heavy rains, and even if the water is released, it should overflow first on the west bank, because it is lower over there.

Who would have thought that there were two dams hidden in the middle of the mountain more than ten miles upstream, one of which was not blocked on the riverbed of the Heishui River at all, but was built on the east bank to close the gap between the two mountains. If the flood poured down from here, the first thing to bear the brunt of was the small high ground south of the city.

In the face of the flood, what is high and not high is in vain, rush over first. Poor Wei Mingbao, the best of the new generation of generals in Western Xia who is well-read and experienced in actual combat, was washed away by the flood in such a daze without even understanding what was going on, and there was no way to find the corpse.

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